Sleepin' In.

As I mentioned last time, the Saturday following the local rodeo is the only day in theory that I can sleep in.

A few years back, that was the day that my mom decided to call at 6:30 (in the A.M.) to see what my plans for the day were. Not because there was any reason for her to know, just because...

The next year, she called at 7:00 because someone called and asked if I would be able to go down to the rodeo grounds and help out with slack, and I was roused from my slumber/hangover to go man a gate and pull ropes off of the calves/steers.

The next year, I got smarter. Even in my stupor, I took the phone off of the hook. It was pure bliss. I actually got to execute a full blown sleep in. Later that day, I ran into my mom and she lamented to me, "I tried to call you all morning, but your line was busy." "Gee, I wonder if that meant I didn't want any phone calls waking me up on the only day of the year I get to sleep in."

Since that time, I've never failed to take the phone off the hook. But alas, where there's a will, there's a way.

This year, I'm getting in some quality zzz's and there's a knock on my bedroom door. Some cousins of mine were looking for someone to haul some hay for them, and couldn't get ahold of me, so my mom gladly drives down here to wake me up and ask me for them...

I tell ya, I'm gonna have to start bolting the doors and windows next. I can hardly wait to see what happens next year.